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Emily Skaja, from Brute: Poems; “No, I do not want to connect with you on Linkedin”

[Text ID: “The moon knew me. It took my side.”]

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Amy Beager (British, b. 1988)

Juliet Is The Sun, 2021

Acrylic and oil on canvas

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Scenes from the California and Oregon Coast in the 70s and 80s on slide film

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Bottle green details: Rolling Waves. Painter: Constantin Westchiloff (1877-1945).

There are so many elements of my life that feel complete, whole and perfect, but my ego remains lingering on the ways I could be doing better. What I could be doing, instead of resting. Why is it a challenge to be grateful? To resist the thoughtful invasion of how much I am lacking?

I spent my morning in a garden, harvesting food that will be distributed to a food pantry within Atlanta. Multiple elements of my life are merging into one beautiful tapestry of devotion, towards service and Nature.

But what I worry about, is what comes next. I am reminding myself to bask in the sun, in the bounty of my present moment, and breathe. To take a huge breath and to be so absurdly grateful that I am alive, that I am safe, that I am healing, that I am in love, that I am slowly making my dreams come true. There is dirt under my nails and love in my heart, and that should be enough.

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The world scares me. To pay the bills, to save money for a home and for travel, to find something that makes me feel useful and joyful and connected. Oh, to win at life. This is the game we play

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Discovering new levels of love, ones that are stable and mature. I am grateful for pushing past the resistance and meeting my heart in the gentle places where it thrives. Where it feels peace and sovereignty

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In the process of alchemizing resentment into forgiveness

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Roberto Ferri, The Ritual, 2016.

Saturated in mundane moments pulls on the dreadful parts of our soul, that sooner or later result in us not feeling connected to our soul at all.

This pain will not last forever, but it feels like an extended contraction, begging for release

Feeling the pain of experiencing a closed heart and a rampant mind

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Writing out a post to continue illuminating the dreams of my partner and I into the universe.

A beautiful plot of land, starting off with a modest and functional tiny home. This tiny home carries large windows and wood accents, surrounded by forest, wildflowers and blue skies. Eventually, a garden grows, and chickens and goats join this once solitary landscape. In the garden there are herbs and vegetables, and fruit trees lay on the perimeter. Slowly, we build more small homes to create a community. We begin renting out smaller properties, maybe for extended stays for artists or ramblers. Joseph and I may work other jobs to provide financial sustenance as this land grows into a small retreat center where people come to reconnect with nature and the cycle of existence...I engage with others in herbal traditions, we make soup for guests, we bake bread for others, and we harvest what is ready. We build a community garden and kitchen, where those who stay can prepare meals - gathered straight from the Earth, creating a medley of harmony, of give and take. Joseph deepens in his spirituality, and may learn to lead spiritual gatherings. I heal by providing tea and botanical medicine, and bring poetry to soothe the souls of tempered, raveled spirits. We wake in the morning to the sounds of birds and wind. We tend to the garden, and feed the animals. We make love, and read and write and play music. We go into town for food and occasional date nights. We find others to tend the land when we're gone to travel. We travel to Puerto Rico often - we may even have land there.

We turn land into a communal space, filled with earth skills, healing, and reconnection to food and spirit. We let love guide the way to our dreams, with patience and perseverance.

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